Widowmaker was built to be a weapon of perfection.
She was well designed, remade, and put perfectly into action. Talon's way of remaking her was pure genius.
Her main focus was to kill no matter what the case, and feel no emotion other than satisfaction after a successful killing, and the desire to kill.
No emotion means no love, remorse, guilt, shame, embarrassment, happiness, sadness, and the list would go on.
She couldn't even cry, not shed a single tear.
Yet, despite all the modifications done to her, all the changes in her body and mind, she found herself crying atop Talon Headquarter's roof.
Yes, Miss Amelie LaCroix, Widowmaker, best killing agent of Talon, was crying, feeling the weakest of all emotions.
She couldn't understand why. She knew she was prone to not feeling anything, so why was she crying?
There was nothing to cry about. All Amelie could remember was heading up onto the roof, wanting some thinking space away from Gabriel and Sombra, and just dove deeply into her thoughts.
She thought about the previous mission, and how successful it was. She thought about the next possible mission, envisioning Sombra messing up somehow. She thought about many things, many possibilities.
She thought about Gerald.
Oh, Gerald LaCroix. Her deceased husband. A dead Overwatch member.
He was the source of the tears.
It was stupid. So stupid, to cry over someone who was dead. Amelie knew he was gone for good, that she didn't love him anymore, so why cry over him?
So many questions unanswered made Amelie's head spin, and the tears didn't seem to stop coming.
She wasn't even lying to herself, for one part anyway; over time, Widow got over Gerald, all her true internal feelings for him dissipating away.
But maybe….
Maybe it had nothing to do with her ex-husband. It didn't have to do with him at all.
It was the fear of not loving again.
Ha, fear. She felt another emotion. Amelie felt so pathetic.
But, why fear not loving again? Why would she want to love someone? Who would she love?
It didn't make sense. All this confusion made her feel another emotion: rage.
"Pourquoi cela doit-il se produire?!"
Amelia curled herself up even more, clenching her knees tightly as her sobs grew bigger and bigger.
She didn't like these emotions, they made her feel horrible. She wished they could stop.
She wanted this to all stop, to just end. The more Amelie felt the emotions the more she was hurting.
She wanted this to stop. But it didn't. It refused to stop.
That was, until, Amelie felt something wrap around her.
At the sudden feeling, her head bolted upwards, trying to see who had come to her without any warning. Turned out to be Gabriel.
Yes, Gabriel Reyes, the "Reaper", was with Amelie up on the roof. But, why was he there? What was he doing?
Shifting a bit to see closely at Gabe's actions, Amelie noticed that he was hugging her.
A hug. Gabriel had offered Amelie a hug. Sure, it was an awkward one, but still…
"What are you doing, Gabriel?" Amelie asked out with a flat tone, trying to disguise all the mixed emotions she was truly feeling.
A small growl came from the man in black, as he then responded with, "I'm trying to comfort you."
Comfort. That's something else that you can feel emotionally. It was something appreciated, something most needed in humans.
It was something needed by Amelie.
At first, Amelie was unsure of Gabriel's actions. Knowing him best, she knew that he too couldn't express as much emotion, greatly knowing that this 'hug' could easily be a trap of some sort.
But.. that wouldn't make sense. Amelie and Gabriel had worked together for a long time now. If he wanted to hurt her, he would've done so before on earlier missions.
In fact, he showed the opposite. He was trying to help her, not just at that occurring moment, but many other times before as well.
Shaking away all the unnecessary thoughts from her mind, Amelie relaxed herself, taking in the hug. Then, taking up the courage to try to gain more comfort, Amelie switched her body around and hugged Gabe in return, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
Just like Amelie was, Gabriel was surprised. He didn't see that move coming. But that didn't matter. All he knew to do was comfort her at that moment.
Suddenly, the blue woman felt the tears flow back. She tried her best to hold the dam of tears that was about to break, but something reassured her to actually cry.
"It's alright, Amelie. Let it all out."
Once again, Gabriel surprised Amelie with such effort to help her. That comment alone actually had begun to heal her.
Without any commentary added, the widow proceeded to cry, loud sobs pouring out of her mouth and deafening Gabriel's ears.
As Reaper continued to embrace the sobbing mess of a woman, he started feeling pity for her.
He shouldn't have been doing that, going up to Widowmaker and pitying her. He was a tough man, emotions shouldn't affect him in any way. Still, he had stayed with her on that roof and that only showed weakness.
Although, there was some explanation to his sudden action.
Gabriel knew Amelie to be a strong, independant woman, with the need to kill and always head straight when completing missions. She was built to be a weapon with no imperfections.
But, that was the problem. She was no weapon of any sorts, she was human. Calling her a 'weapon' was like saying blasphemy. Amelie didn't deserve to be viewed as a weapon, no, that title didn't fit her. Gabriel knew that.
After every mission, Gabriel would casually speak with Amelie about any topic of their choice, and after every conversation, despite Amelie's dull expression, he would notice her want to avoid others, to completely isolate herself from any verbal or physical interaction, for Amelie would shut down the conversation and immediately walk away.
What Gabriel saw within Amelie was the need for comfort, the need to release all her inner feelings to someone in particular. Her constant days of keeping her thoughts to herself is what harmed her, what damaged her.
Knowing all of this, Gabriel just had to cross the line. He had to help her, whether it'd somehow ruin his reputation with her or not.
Yes, Gabriel Reyes needed to comfort Amelie, he needed to help her. He'd even taken off his mask for such occasion.
During the long-lasting embrace, the young Talon sniper then whispered out, "Gabriel, I know not of your intentions, but... thank you, mon amour."
Gabe didn't need to know a lot of French to figure out what those last words had meant. My love is what she called him, which just raised so many questions, but he dared not ask any of them out loud.
"You're welcome, mi viuda."
If Amelie were one to mix in her native language, then Gabriel found it fair to do the same.
Eventually, Miss Amelie had the thought of letting go. The thought of getting up and off the roof was something she might've gone with, if she hadn't felt so attached to Reaper.
She questioned herself, why was she attached to him? This was another feeling that was so out of place with her, so unusual. Hell, she just called him her love; why even say that in the first place?
Although, at the moment those questions didn't matter. Reaper comforting Widowmaker was helping, so she just held onto him tighter.
As Gabe felt Amelie's grip became tighter around him, he felt something that he thought he'd never feel again.
He felt happiness. He was happy. Gabriel Reyes felt happy.
Sure, his face didn't express it as much as a normal person's would, but deep inside, he felt it. He felt the spark that came from Amelie accepting his comfort.
So, it didn't matter if both Talon agents would spend the night on the roof. It truly didn't matter.
In the end, Amelie received what she needed, and Gabriel felt happy for bringing comfort to the woman he knew best.